I posted the other day about the Air B&B and their bins...well that's sorted now. I'm now posting about the neighbours on the other side.
We've met them for a hello only once in the three weeks we've been here. They consist of a very elderly man and also a woman and her son.
The elderly man I will call Bob. This is Australia by the way. Now Bob is about 75 and not in great physical shape but he's very friendly and seemed nice.
His housemates - because that's what they are, struck me as odd.
She's in her late 60s or early 70s and we can call her Mary and her son Joe is about 50. Bob told me he'd once owned the house they all live in but about 30 years ago he sold it and the buyer continued to rent it to Bob.
Bob also said "The landlord doesn't like Mary and Joe living here with me. He tries to get them out...but they've helped me. They had nowhere to live...before they came I was in a mess. They've tidied the house and garden and sorted all the junk. It's a lot better than when I was alone."
But over the weeks I've heard the odd shouting argument and there was one time the cops came. All they were doing was talking to Bob though.
Anyway...three morning ago it was early and still a bit dark, I looked out off my balcony and into their front garden and saw Mary crawling around the garden in her dressing gown picking at the grass.
Their lawn is very scrubby..just the odd patch of grass and she was it seemed, picking single blades of grass over and over again, very concentrated.
I thought "Must be some gardening thing" but was 
Then DH told me he'd seen her doing the same thing another evening.
Then last night, I went to bed early, about 9.30pm and their garden is sort of below our bedroom and I could hear the son talking but couldn't make out what he was saying...and noises. And DH came in and said "They're digging out there in the dark!" and they were! I could hear the spade.
We only heard the son and the Mother's voice. Now DH is convinced they've killed Joe and were burying him....I'm convinced they're meth addicts though and are doing weird things because I've heard meth addicts do repetative, pointless tasks when they're off their heads.
This area is odd. It's very beautiful but not long ago it was a bit rougher than it is now...it's being gentrified so there are AIr B&Bs on the one hand and then really scruffy little shack type houses too.
Should I call in a welfare check on Joe? Or not worry because the police are already aware of them? He seemed ok when I spoke to him last...